Bed Sheet Dress

You used to wear a bed sheet dress

and a plastic crown

In a cardboard chariot

you rode through bright green forests

the sunlight on your face

and in your golden hair

The fireflies at twilight were

stars, you could reach out, and touch

Sunsets were always perfect,

brilliantly pink and bright

Now, sometimes, you get tired

overwhelmed and unimportant

everything feels rushed and

everyone seems to expect something

more than

just you

And you long for the days when

you used to wear a bed sheet dress